Perfect Night Has That Magic

My God Is Rock'n'roll.

I'd Harbored Hopes That The Intelligence That Once Inhabited Novels Or Films Would Ingest Rock. I Was, Perhaps, Wrong.

Sometimes, You've Got To Be In A Place. You're Just Another Guy. You Can Just Blend In. I Live Out In The Wilds Of Nowhere, Out In Jersey. Even There, There's Sometimes Problems. College Students Like Journey Out There And Show Up At 11 O'clock At Night, On My Porch, Looking Into The Door Not Saying Anything. My Wife And I Are Sitting There; It's Really Creepy.

I Mean, There Are Peripheral Things I Do, I Do Photography, I Write Plays, I Have Books Published, But That's Neither Here Not There.

The Rich Son Waits For His Father To Die, The Poor Just Drink And Cry.